Bruno, noticing Beauty's flushed face and the whole situation, finally decided to do something about it.

He awkwardly cleared his throat and excused himself.

"I'll, uh....go put on my clothes," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck as he hurried out of the kitchen.

Beauty, still standing by the counter, took deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart.

How am I supposed to be normal after all that? She thought, fanning herself with her hand.

The image of Bruno in the kitchen apron was burned into her mind, and the lower part of his body... she couldn't stop the blush from creeping up her neck.

She shook her...